acT157: Leaving the mist with the morning dew wet clothes, the flower branches hanging low under the eaves, the dew meandering down the petals, slowly fainting in the sound of departing footsteps.

The city seems to be asleep before the light of day, and heavy clouds hang overhead, adding to the depression of the urban forest.

Song Yao never thought that she would leave the city again, although she had made sufficient preparations in advance, when the mottled ancient city wall really disappeared from view, there was still an irrepressible strong sadness in her heart.

Others couldn't understand Song Yao's feelings, and no one understood the extraordinary significance of this deserted city to Song Yao. Roundabouts, bars, Garden of Grace...... The footsteps are getting farther and farther away, and the years have passed.

Song Jiu saw it in his eyes, and wanted to comfort him several times, but when the words came to his mouth and swallowed back, he only gently held his sister's cold hand and stood side by side with her, hoping that she could understand that there were still people by her side.

Song Yao felt the temperature of her palms, lowered her eyelids, smiled gently, took a deep breath, spit out the knots in her chest, silently said 'goodbye' in her heart, withdrew her nostalgic gaze, and strode to the front of the team with Lu Qian.

Song Jiu smiled dumbly, touched his injured hand, maintained an unhurried speed and fell at the end of the team, and asked Wu Wentao for a cigarette to smoke.

Wu Wentao, the commander of the light pole, could see it, held a gun in his arms, took out a windproof light machine for him, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Something?" ”

"No, it's stuffy." Song Jiu took a cigarette in his mouth, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and wanted to sigh with emotion, but he couldn't say it.

In front of him are Jiao Ziqian and Ying Doudou, the two have determined the relationship, and they no longer hide their shyness, holding hands from the door to the door, whispering a few words to each other from time to time, although the atmosphere is dignified, but it can be seen that there is an incompatible but gratifying sweetness in each other's eyes.

In the past, Jiao Ziqian was the No. 1 chatter beside him, no matter whether he was in a hurry or fleeing, no matter how critical the situation was, that mouth couldn't be stopped, and he didn't know where he got so much to say, even if no one listened at all, he could say it with pleasure and relish.

Later, there was another Lin Dao chief, who really hated to meet late, and it was rare to meet an opponent, two mobile mouth batteries were on standby for a long time, and all kinds of things popped out of their mouths, just like talking about cross talk, you can be annoyed, but you can't control yourself from being accidentally amused by a certain nonsense.

The team needs people who can make a long road full of thorns into a bird's song, and can erect an umbrella to shelter from the cold in a downpour.

Now, Lin Daochang is gone, and Jiao Ziqian has an exclusive audience. Song Jiu was once cocooned by the two of them, and he hated to cut off their tongues, but today, he felt a long-lost loneliness.

I always thought that my heart was strong enough, but now it seems that there is indeed an element of self-deception in it.

The two baskets of words returned to their place, the little girl who was tired of being by her side and Xin Mengfan turned into cloud shadows, and Liu Yan, who could rely on it with peace of mind, took the first step, leaving Luo Yu still stubbornly walking in front, cutting through obstacles for him with his eyes and blades.

"Look at the road, go forward." Wu Wentao burst out a sentence coldly, spit out the cigarette butt and laughed dryly, and shook his head with a little meaning.

Song Jiu's heart moved, and he immediately smiled with relief. …… In the afternoon, the team stopped at a color steel factory outside the city, the outline of the ancient city has disappeared, the sun is in the sky, the white clouds are white, and a piece of clear blue.

Several of Jinbo's subordinates entered the color steel factory to explore the way, and the rest unloaded their bags on the side of the road, looking at the dilapidated road leading to the distance, looking in a trance, and stopped talking.

"It's safe, but it's not useful." Several young people turned back the same way and relayed the situation of the abandoned color steel factory to everyone.

"Let's take a break inside, have a bite to eat, and look for a car nearby." Wu Wentao spoke out at the right time and beckoned those tired logistics ladies to enter the factory, and several other leaders were a little absent-minded, but this bare-bones commander still maintained his consistent principle of doing things.

This kind of small factory is found in the wilderness of large and small cities, covering an area of not small, revealing an old and dilapidated atmosphere from the inside out.

There are two processing workshops inside the factory, and on one side of the fence is a simple color steel house, the weeds grow wildly in the open space, the gate hole is open, and the ruts that have been run over by tires can be seen on the ground.

A group of people did not enter the processing workshop, and cleared a clearing near the gate, and the bags were gathered together, and a few young men with sharp hands and feet dismantled the abandoned kennel by the door, simply piled up a stove, took local materials, pulled back tufts of weeds, lit a fire, and buckled a marching pot.

These things were collected before going out of the city, just as Song Jiu thought before, eating and drinking can always be solved, so many big living people with hands and feet, it is very difficult to be starved to death.

There is a water pipeline in the factory, Wu Wentao used to pinch for a while, and was very disappointed to turn back, obviously this pipeline is also in the urban network, all of which are in use, and it is completely a coveted ornament.

Fortunately, I brought enough water before leaving the temple, which was enough for a group of people to consume in a short time. Accustomed to the big pot of rice around the island, it is really a bit awkward to suddenly return to sleeping in the open air.

The simple stove was very strong, the hay was a little bit, and the young man fanned the wind violently below, and after a while, the water in the pot began to bubble.

Chef Niangjia took out some individual dry food from her backpack, these things are all standard rations that Wu Wentao snatched back, high protein and high nutrition, but the taste is not very good.

The brick-like compressed food was thrown into the pot, stirred up for a while, and turned into a paste-like thing, with nothing to look at.

Fleeing is not as good as at home, everyone is light, carrying food and water to the greatest extent, thanks to the chef's carefulness, or professional habits, there is a large handful of stainless steel spoons hidden in the bag.

A group of people sat in rows with spoons, and gathered in batches around the cauldron to scoop and eat, like those piglets waiting to be fed in the feedlot.

There are no chattering players, the atmosphere of the team is still dull, and the meal for the rest of the life after the catastrophe tastes tasteless, and in the end there is still most of the pot left.

Chef Niangjia is helpless about this situation, these people's eating habits have been regular, the long journey has just begun, there is still oil and water in the stomach, and the temporary dependence on food is not very strong.

"Ninety-nine, take medicine." Luo Yu walked over with a kettle and pills, Dr. Zhong's medical box was not a treasure chest, and there was not much left of this panacea anti-inflammatory drug, and a quota had been arranged according to the number and situation of the wounded.

It's best to heal after eating, and if you don't eat halfway, you can only stay next to each other. Song Jiu took the pill and chewed it dryly, handed the kettle to Luo Yu, and somehow, looking at the fine beads of sweat on the girl's sideburns, Song Jiu felt a little distressed.

I didn't think of Song Yao's joke at that time,

"Why do you let your brother-in-law do everything?" ...... It's true, big and small, no matter how big or small, I used to seem to be used to it.

"See what?" Luo Yu was a little awkward by his strange eyes, and looked away unnaturally.

"It's okay, you can rest for a while." Song Jiu laughed dryly, brushed away the strand of hair hanging on the side of his face, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work." Luo Yu's expression was even more strange, and he touched Song Jiu's head in a matter-of-fact manner: "Are you okay?" ”

"......" Song Jiu was speechless for a while, just caring about you, as for that. Wu Wentao sat cross-legged and laughed, and the cigarette that he didn't have time to inhale spewed out of his nostrils, choking himself and coughing for a long time.

Song Jiu glared at him, and was about to speak, when Song Yao and a few people walked over.

"Fever?" Song Yao said with concern.

"Nope!" Song Jiu was deflated, it seems that this warm man can't be a man who can be if he wants to, it's easy to loosen his heartstrings, and he wants to be considerate and considerate of his only remaining henchman, who expected Luo Yu not to eat this set at all.

Luo Yuwan smiled, got up and left the crowd, planning to take advantage of his leisure to squint for a while, he almost didn't close his eyes last night, and he was a little sleepy when he relaxed.

Wu Wentao was inexplicably happy for a while, crushed the cigarette butts, threw the last half of the box of cigarettes to Song Jiu, and said, "There is no smoke, this is a little bit of smoke." ”

"Huh?"

"Lao Tzu wants to quit smoking." Wu Wentao patted the dust on his body, threw Song Jiu a meaningful look before leaving, blinked, and said in a low voice: "You kid is the same as me, suitable for beating a single, don't harm the girl." ”

"." Song Jiu scolded angrily, I just care about my own people, what kind of mess do you want!

Song Yao and Lu Qian looked at each other, not knowing what kind of dumb riddle these two were playing, sat for a while, and asked: "The team can't do this now, the morale is too low, you have to think of a way." ”

"Me?" Song Jiu picked up a cigarette and sniffed it under his nose, and said helplessly: "I can't help it." ”

"Aren't the men you used to bring with you all quite bloody?" Lu Qian sat on the side with a kettle, and said distressedly: "Look at it, in this state, let alone going to sea, it is not certain whether you can hold on to Zhoushan or not." ”

"We are slashing out with a knife, and now it's easy to pick up a life, it's a miracle that we didn't break up, can we still expect to scream?" Song Jiu looked strange, I don't know what these two sisters mean, they are all old fritters who have been in troubled times for several years, don't you understand this kind of thing?

"That's why you have to figure it out." Song Yao twisted his ears and turned around, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, dare you be impatient to talk to me?" ”

"Don't, don't." Song Jiu was in pain and hurriedly asked for mercy, even more confused. In the morning, I was still gloomy, how could I have changed my sex after eating a pot of pig food?

Stimulants in dry food?

"To be serious, I discussed with Sissi, and you have to bring these people." Song Yao let go of her hand, pointed to the men and women who were resting in a circle, and said, "Xiaojin's people don't have to worry about it, the key is that our people will be held back if they continue like this." ”

"Me? I'm also the commander of the light pole now. Besides, they were all logistics and housekeeping, and you can't expect them to become black widows. Song Jiu was even more suspicious in his heart, how could he hear that his sister was a little bit about forcibly throwing the pot?

"I'll be honest with you." Song Yao sighed, and said with a straight face: "Brother Ming handpicked you to take over, although we are now defeated by the remnants of the army, but since we have decided to start over, we must have a look, how they are is one thing, and your state is one thing." ”

"Where does this begin?" Song Jiu was completely blindsided, pondered for a long time, and didn't understand what his sister wanted to express.

Without waiting for Song Yao to continue, Song Jiu's eyes rolled, and he suddenly remembered something, frowned and leaned over to her, and asked in a low voice: "You give me an honest explanation first, is Brother Ming not dead?" ”...